Chrissy saw the concern in Scheherazade's eyes, answering the unsaid question, "I-it tingles!" She was giggling the entire time.

Once the transformational energies had suffused both of their bodies, Scheherazade felt herself shrinking even further. Her eyes remained upon Chrissy, who appeared to be growing, by leaps and bounds.

Chrissy first felt the tingling. It tickled her sensitive skin, making her laugh. Soon, the tingling subsided, only to be replaced by a pulling sensation. She felt her entire body being stretched out, as she rapidly grew larger, filling out. Chrissy felt her arms, legs, and hair stretch and lengthen.

At the same time, Chrissy felt her hips widen substantially, as her chest began to swell. Not only did her chest swell, but it grew to mammoth proportions. At the last, Chrissy saw the tatters of her clothes, which ripped as she grew reform into the exact same clothes that Scheherazade was wearing when she met Ms. Conover.

Chrissy was an exact duplicate of Scheherazade, albeit with one notable difference. That difference manifested itself when she heard the two month-old baby, who now lay in diapers where Scheherazade once sat, starting to cry.

Chrissy felt a moisture grow on her massively expanded chest.

*Is that you Shay?* thoughtspoke Chrissy.

*Yes Chrissy. This is me.*

Chrissy was overwhelmed by the feeling of the great weight pulling at her chest.

*Wow! Is this what it feels like to have boobies? It feels so weird!* Chrissy lifted them in her hands squeezing them, and feeling their weight.

*Yes it is, Honey. That's what it'll feel like when you get older, but probably not that big.*

*I wish I get just as big as you are. These boobies feel like they are a lot of fun.*

This was knowledge which Chrissy did not need to know. Therefore, Scheherazade lightly admonished her, knowing that she would listen.
*That's something you'll find out about when you get older. If you find out now, it'll ruin the surprise!*

However, it was an inadvertant wish, which once wished, had to be discharged. This Scheherazade did with a quick tug of her ear, although Chrissy would not know what she had just done until she got older!

*Okay Shay. Who do I look like now?"

*You look like me Honey. You are me now!*

*But my boobies feel wet on the end. What's that?*

*When you wished to be the mommy, and me the baby, your boobies were filled with milk. That is why I am crying, because I'm hungry. You're going to have to feed me Sweetheart.*

The change that started at that moment was not a surprise to Kevin. He thought it a measure of what he'd been through that he took the boy aging to adulthood in a matter of minutes as a matter of course. Seeing the boy suddenly growing taller and heavier, splitting his clothes and bursting his shoes seemed appropriate. The boy suddenly losing all of his hair was a mild surprise, but not an undue one. His face getting more solid, rounder, and harder was a bit striking, but also acceptable. Even the rapidly growing musculature, too thick for most average men and evident of heavy training - and not a slight amount of steroid use - was not too out of the ordinary, although Kevin wondered what a powerlifter might have done to...

Elementary School Confidential

The secret meetings the girls would have aroused the curiosity of everyone from the fifth grade up. Once a year, they'd pull them out of the classroom, whisk them off to some room that only Mrs. Augsbach had the key to, while they put the boys in the cafeteria in front of a VCR and an episode of The Cosby Show. They tried to keep it secret from us, but we knew what was going on.

They took them to the boiler room, and told them about breasts. They had all sorts of pictures from Playboy magazines, all different types of breasts, and each girl got to choose which type she wanted to have. Mrs. Augsbach could make this happen, because she was part witch. You could tell.

There was a cardboard box down there, an old one, stamped FRAGILE, and it was full of bras. Some of them were really old, all grey and mungy and stuff, because they had been there as long as Mrs. Augsbach had been teaching, and Mrs. Augsbach had been teaching for a really long time. They'd get passed around, and the girls would put them on, and that's when they would start growing their breasts. They could start to feel it happen as soon as they put the bras on. Then they'd sit down on the folding chairs that they had down there, and a movie would be shown on a really old projector, a secret educational movie on film, not video, about how to care for their new breasts, and the girls would all giggle and look at each other, because they could all feel their breasts growing.

One time this girl's breasts started growing really, really fast and Mrs. Augsbach had to take her to the nurse's office and get them cut off before they grew too huge and suffocated her. My brother knew that girl. He said that she dropped out of school right afterwards, and now she goes to Sloatsburg Elementary instead of Connor. He said she wears all black now and nobody will hang around with her. It's really sad, he said.

Suddenly Mrs. White's speech was interrupted. The sounds coming from the door were different. More forceful. She looked at the door and could see something smashing through the hard wood. It was Carrie's breasts.

They had firmed up, solidifying, becoming heavier. They were like iron spheres destroying the door battering ram style. Carrie, so intent on becoming free, didn't even noticed the change her breasts made. But her mother did.

"Heavenly Father, protect me," she screamed, running from Carrie's door. In the few moments of her mother's departure, Carrie's iron globes had completely decimated the door, allowing the highschooler to exit her former cell without any trouble.

She looked down at her chest and was surprised that her former pendulous gourds were now firm spheres. They jutted out at an almost 90 degree angle and they were so heavy. Carrie could feel the tremendous weight on her back. It was painful, almost driving her to tears. I wish the pain would stop, Carrie pleaded to herself, and instantly the pain stopped.

Her breasts, somehow, became lighter. They didn't lose any firmness; they just, somehow, became, lighter. Carrie, overjoyed, was going to run and tell her mother. But then thought better of the idea. Her mother thought she was a demon. And who knows, thought Carrie seriously, maybe I am.

Becka wasn't saying anything new about Carrie--new material wasn't one of the eight year old's strengths--but then she noticed Carrie's breasts.

"Ohmigod," Becka said stunned,"where did you get such big tits?"

"None of your business," Carrie replied, annoyed, "you little brat. Why don't you go home and leave me alone?"

But the little girl, ignoring Carrie, had launched into a new chant:"Big Tits! Big Tits! Carrie White has Big Tits!"

"Oh, go to hell," Carrie exclaimed, turning away from the eight year old and continuing on her way.

A slight clanking sound and a scream from Becka suddenly stopped Carrie in her path.

Carrie turned in the direction of the sound and couldn't believe her eyes. Little Becka had fallen off her bike sideways. Her bike was on top of the child and was supported by breasts that rivaled Carrie's. They had busted through the tank top of the prepubescent Becka and supported her bike like skin colored airbags.

Carrie was heading towards the child to help her when Becka started screaming. It was a blood curdling type of scream that made the highschooler panic. Carrie, reliving her own screaming when she had suddenly sprouted, ran as quickly as her massively endowed body would let her. She saw some of her neighbors exit their home and rationalized the thought that one of them would play "Good Samaritan" and help Becka. Carrie was too scared. She couldn't escape the feeling that somehow she was responsible for giving an eight year old a pair of the largest breasts on the planet.

(As C-Ko enters the bridge and joins the gang, several things are obvious: She's a lot taller, about at Mike's shoulders. The top of her pink pajamas barely come below her navel. She also looks a lot older. In short, she's built more like a normal 16 year old.)
Mike: Gyah!
Tom: Wow, this is new.
Crow (slyly): I'd say! You've been drinking milk, haven't you?
C-Ko (blushes): Oh Crow!
Mike: This is really odd, we'll be back in a second.
(Back to the bridge. Tom is analyzing C-Ko with what looks like a GameBoy with plastic parts attatched to it, painted all white)
Mike: Results, Dr. Servo, any abnomal lifesigns or patterns?
Tom: No, but I got a free game of Tetris. Neat!
Mike( grabs the "scanner" from Tom): Will you give me that!
Crow (comes in with a large Minnesota U. shirt in his mouth): Mrph-rrr...there ya go!
(C-Ko slips on the shirt) I must say you look kind of fine in that.
Tom (Whispers): Crow, this is C-Ko your'e talking about.
Crow (whispers): I know, its kinda spooky
Mike: This is too weird! It's like you hit & went through puberty overnight!
C-Ko (looks down at her new, improved bust line): Well, perhaps I've just been saving it up!
(sheepish grin, Mad light flashes) Hmmm, Captain Throwaway's calling.
Tom double takes to C-Ko.

Deep 13
(Frank, in his long johns looks up to the monitor)
Frank: Good morning, guys. (Leans a little closer) C-Ko, is that you?
C-Ko: Yup! How do I look?
Frank: Wow...(sniffles) they grow up so fast...(blows his nose in a hanky)
Doctor Forrester (comes in, glances at the screen): Good heavens, what have you been feeding her!?! An improvement at least (smiles deviously, then reverts to normal).

Khashoggi, not wanting to be seen by others, came upon the sewers under Tranos. It was there that she lived and grew, staying hidden amongst the shadows.
To survive those many years alone, in the dark damp sewers, she had to learn to steal food to live. Her clothes became tattered rags and burst at the seams as she grew. Being half ogre she grew tremendously, and had to steal more clothes just to keep her body covered.
Khashoggi was caught stealing food and clothes for the first time when she was eighteen years old.